It was heat and strong winds. The climate has changed, making the market cover the passages between rows from the Sun.
A lonely nine-storied residential building stood in the end of Brive-la-Gaillarde street (named after a sister town). More buildings have been planned here, but the plans never came to fruition due to changes of political map.
An interesting person appeared in the nearby sector of private houses.
Rumor had it, the police has been summoned here more than once.
A myth was such that real, functional shells have been found on the fence.
I was told that someone told to someone that the owner of this house was commuting on a motorbike, dressed in a Second World War uniform.
Writing from the future year 2018, it is with a heavy heart that I have to announce the complete removal of all the interesting stuff from this fence. Everything became as dull as the neighboring houses were. Maybe, the owner succumbed to the pressure exerted by the society. Such a shame.